blurtstory friend of mine often goes to Europe-America

Hi blurters! Now I will say a story about my friends .He gone Europe-America. The story is about on topic. I hope you feel good to read the story.

Friend of mine often goes to Europe-America. He comes and goes so much that there is no way to tell if he meets anyone, he is not going abroad or coming back. Jhanduda is a business man. He disembarked from the ship at the port of Venice, Italy. A tin vacuum packed dessert, he wrote at the end with a good answer to all the questions in the tax office. The price is ten rupees.

There were so many different types of hotels labeled in Jhandudar's box-pantra that even Aga Chungiola realized that their owner didn't care about Bastuvita - he spent his life in the hotel. Today's Chungiola But if you start looking at them carefully, the boy in the first part reads the book by mistake. The man's face also looked bad. Tingling thin, broken cheeks. Chungiola sudhale what is inside the tinta? Suites. Open it.

What is he doing? I'll take it to London. If it is opened, it will be ruined! The way Chungiola looked at Jhandudar, who was ordered to open the tin, no king could beat five hundred tents and make such an order.

The giant corpse looked like an ant and said to Scatter, "Then call it and send it to London, and I will release it there." We all tried to make the butcher understand that the proposal of Jhandudar is very reasonable and also legal. Chungiola's idea is that he doesn't understand any language of the world. Jhanduda was angry then. He muttered, ‘But you have to try it yourself.’ Whether it’s really sweet.

The devil snatched the tin-cutter out from under the counter. Jhanduda took the tin-cutter in his hand and said to Chungiola again, "But you have to try that sweet yourself, I say it again." Chungiola smiled a little dry. The way we smile when we have cracked lips in winter. Jhanduda cut the tin.

What's next? Berul Rasgolla. Rasgolla was picked up by hand and distributed to the Bengalis without any hesitation. Then all the Indians, then everyone, the French, the Germans, the Italians, and the Spaniards. Tamag Chungighar was swallowing Rasgolla then. Rasgolla in the air in the sky. The police of Chungighar, Barkandaj, Chaprashi all have Rasgolla in their hands.

On the other hand, I saw Jhanduda pressing her belly on the counter and leaning towards Chungiola, saying in Bengali, 'Eat one.' Jhanduda is stubborn. He leaned forward a little and said, ‘You see, everyone is eating. Taste, what is this object! Chungiola shrugged. The man is a heretic. Didn't say 'sorry-sorry' at once.

Suddenly, there was no crow. And immediately said in a thick voice, ‘You won’t eat? Eat your gusti. Dude, you got the jokes? I will say in a pipe, the rasgollas will be ruined, you will not hear that! '

By then, however, the thunderstorm had hit the toll booth. And why not shout and shout? This is an illegal act. Aksharai has to go to jail for the work.
We are trying to pull him out of the counter by grabbing Jhandudar's waist. He is putting up curtain after screen, ‘Khabini, o paran amar, khabini bata.’ Chungiola is calling the police in a low voice. But where are the police? Pike of Chungighar, Barkandaj, Dandabardar, Assardar, Bebak Chakar-Nafar are completely unknown. What is Vanumati, what is magic

Jhanduda has already been brought down to the counter with great difficulty. When he saw that Rasgolla was going to wipe his face with the Chungiola handkerchief, he shouted, "I have not wiped it, I will testify in court." Who gave a good advice to Jhanduda, the police will come back. Until then you cut and read. He said, ‘No, that guy is calling. Let's not be their big boss. '

Within three minutes, the boss pushed the crowd forward. Jhanduda went in front of the big man and said, ‘Sinnor, before you start, that is, before you start the autopsy investigation, try one of the suites.’ The big boss raised his face and closed his eyes for two and a half minutes. With his eyes closed, he raised his hand again. Again and again. Tin then yelled. Chungiola complained to him.

The master said, ‘You opened the tin and did well, otherwise how could you eat?’ He looked at us and said, ‘What are you doing standing here? Bring more rasgolla. ' The boss says to Chungiola, ‘You too are a complete asshole. Didn't you open the tin and taste this good stuff? '

I sang,
Sphere of juice, why did you catch so much juice.
The country of Italy forgets its religion and gets looted.

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